Two sets of canines and two cocks slammed into her at once. Z had never felt so full in her life. She screamed, no longer able to stay remotely quiet as Quin lifted her legs and passed them to Rion to hold by the knees. Planting his fists on either side of his brother’s body, he slammed into her, his mouth sucking at her breast until his cheeks hollowed out. The muscle of his groin ground over her clit with every pass until she did not know where he ended, she began, and where Rion began. They were one mechanism moving as one. She could feel her body accepting them, opening and letting them do what they wanted. Still, even as their bodies thrust into her, Quin angled himself toward her G-spot, making her body clench. Her voice short-circuited. Rion moved and touched her until she was short of breath. These were not men interested in only what pleased them, but what pleased her as well. She could feel it, sense something in the edge of her consciousness. Something was there waiting for her to let it in.
Reaching one arm out, she wrapped it around Rion, dragging him in closer. With the other arm, she held Quin to her chest. It was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Suddenly she was surrounded by desire, pleasure, and want so hot she could scarcely breathe. With it, though, she felt emotion, need, awe of what she was giving them. She could feel her body giving them everything they needed. She could feel them thrusting into her in tandem, but at the same time felt the clasp of her tight pussy and ass on their throbbing cocks. She could feel Quin’s cock shudder and grow stiffer when she pulled her pussy walls tighter around him. She could feel Rion’s cock pulse as her anus pulled tighter as well.
“Fuck!” she heard in her head and knew that was Quin.
“More, mate.” That was Rion.
She could hear them in her head, could hear the words they were keeping silent. She wanted them wild. She wanted to share it all with them. She didn’t want to be left out. She wanted to give them what they wanted. Determined to be exactly what they wanted her to be, she rolled her hips, slamming her body into Rion’s, only to ricochet into Quin’s.
“Fuck!” Rion called this time.
“You asked for more,” she responded and felt both of them pause before all hell broke loose.
As one, the brothers held on to her and rolled to one side. They stopped moving in and out in unison and began alternating. Rion used her hips as an anchor, slamming into her harder and harder. Quin pulled her leg over his hip, twining all of their legs together until the boys had the leverage they needed. She could do nothing but go along for the ride.
“There?” Quin asked when she screamed.
“There?” Rion seconded.
“Yes, there. There.”
“Not good enough,” Rion said, slowing his hips down.
“We want more.” Quin mimicked his brother as if they had done this a million times before, and maybe they had.
“You are in our heads. Do not doubt us when all you have to do is see,” Quin admonished.
“Ask us, and we will give it to you,” Rion finished for him.
They refused to move any faster, thrusting into her leisurely as if they were in the aftermath of sex instead of building to the climax her body so desperately needed. She tried to twist in their grips, to force them deeper, but she couldn’t get them to move.
“Ask us, and we shall give you everything you desire,” Quin reiterated.
His eyes bore into hers. There she saw something she had never seen in a man’s eyes before. There she saw uncertainty. Clouding his passion, his need, his want was an uncertainty that she wanted this as much as they did. She didn’t understand the call of the mate. She didn’t understand how long they had waited. If she walked away, it would destroy them, tear them up in so many pieces they would never be able to live again. She saw it there in his eyes, felt it filter across Rion’s mind. It was fleeting, but she felt it. These men needed her to say it as much as they wanted her to. They needed her, and she had never felt that before in her life.
What would it be like to give herself over to these men? To have them at her fingertips for the rest of her life? Could she give herself not only to one man but two?
“Yes. Yes, I can,” she said to cement it. “Fuck me, mates. Fuck me like you’ll never let me go.”
The words were barely fading from their minds when the candles blew out, and in the darkness, she could see the glowing of their animal souls’ eyes. Not only were the men there, but the wolves as well. When Quin’s mouth opened and stretched until she saw four sharp teeth on both the top and the bottom, she did not fear it. She did not shudder away from it. She pulled her mates tighter to her, clenching around their cocks in anticipation. A call as old as time drew her to do what they needed.
“Mark me, mates. Make me yours. Forever more.”
As one, they struck, biting deeper into her neck than they had before. The heat spread from their suctioning mouths, their hips pumping frantically into her body. With each push, they moved her closer and closer to the ever-elusive cliff. They pushed harder and harder, until her clit was throbbing, her mouth was slack, her throat working silently, and then she exploded. The world disappeared as she felt two thick protrusions swell into the center of her mates’ cocks. Tighter and tighter she grew, until every shot of come inside her felt like the pulse of her heart.
Chapter Thirteen
“Rion, okay, enough with the growling. It was sexy during sex. Now it’s interrupting my sleep!”
When he didn’t answer, nor did the growling stop, she sighed and sat straight up in bed, and found that she was alone. The covers were still warm from her mates, so they must not have been gone long, but it didn’t explain the constant growling she was hearing. Scrubbing her hand over her face, she crawled to the edge of the bed, muttering to herself.
“This bed has its own time zone! What the hell do they need with a bed this big?” She stopped when she remembered how much they moved around and how often the brothers had kept coming at her throughout the night. Rion had said to her that mates would be in a frenzy the first night they were together, each time cementing the bond. Her very sore thighs and even sorer insides were feeling the pain. It had seemed like a marvelously good idea at the time.
The growling stopping and starting again, she looked over the edge of the bed before she thought about the fact that she might need to be worried about growling that didn’t belong to either of her not-there-right-then mates Any worry disappeared, though, when she realized it was her phone.
“Hello,” she muttered, never being someone who enjoyed being woken up, unless it was by two very hot mates with even hotter body parts that couldn’t seem to get enough of seeing their body parts disappear into hers. She very gladly was okay with being woken up for that!
“Zelina Marie Mason, I am going to beat the flying ape shit out of you when I see you! Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering my calls. Brian didn’t show up for work today. You weren’t at your apartment. I was starting to think something had happened to both of you and was getting ready to enlist the FBI!”
She could barely keep up with her friend’s rambling, but hearing the concern in it mollified Zelina’s attitude slightly.